Prediction Of The Future

After a while, the commotion died down.

The strong gusts of wind unraveled and dissipated into thin air. The swirling leaves lost their vigor and dropped to the ground one by one. A deafening silence sank around them once again.

The lanterns that hung at the wall and from some branches of the tree swayed lightly back and forth, but the flames within were back in a peaceful state. None of them were extinguished by the wind.

The symbol on the High Seer's forehead stopped glowing. Her long bangs covered it perfectly, hiding it away from curious eyes. Her eyes assumed its usual bright turquoise color.

"High Seer? Is everything alright?" Ronan asked, breaking the silence.

The leader of the temple did not immediately answer. She stood in a daze for a while before she snapped back into reality. Once she did, she broke into a smile.

"Yes. Alpha Ronan, do take your mate out of the pond."

"Oh, right."